Be sure to play it through to the end, where Moore accuses Maher of being “secretly attracted to” the “blonde twink” referenced earlier in the conversation, and the two joke around about Maher’s horndoggery with conservative women. Awesome!!! Of course, sex bias isn’t operative here, because Moore loves his wife, and Maher loves him his “blonde twinks.” Move along, sweeties, nothing to see here. . .

These, and many others, American “progressives” are reactionaries in quite a few ways. Maher is a comedian, but Moore is, supposedly, a “to the point” person. Moore acted questionably in other areas before.

i second quixote on this one… what the hell is happening? did we fall into the “way back machine” ??? the Playboy Club??? Pan Am? Really? Really? these are the values of America’s media elite circa 2011?

I think Michael Moore peaked with “Roger and Me.” The movie was great because he had sympathetic interlocutors to follow around. Even the GM PR guy came off as more than just a mouth piece. Every movie Moore has directed since then has been become increasingly shrill, especially Fahrenheit 9/11. He is a parody of himself now.

Its a good thing I don’t watch television and do all my time wasting on the internets…

“We met with the head of the top security agency in the country, an elite outfit that did not hire ex-cops, nor any “tough guys” or bouncer-types. They preferred to use only Navy Seals and other ex–Special Forces. Guys who had a cool head and who could take you out with a piece of dental floss in a matter of nanoseconds. By the end of the year, due to the alarming increase of threats and attempts on me, I had nine ex-Seals surrounding me, round-the-clock.

(…)

The ex–Navy Seals moved in with us. When I walked down a public sidewalk they would have to form a circle around me. At night they wore night-vision goggles and other special equipment that I’m convinced few people outside CIA headquarters have ever seen.

The agency protecting me had a threat assessment division. Their job was to investigate anyone who had made a credible threat against me. One day, I asked to see the file. The man in charge began reading me the list of names and the threats they had made and the level of threat that the agency believed each one posed. After he went through the first dozen, he stopped and asked: “Do you really want to keep going? There are 429 more.”

(…)

I chose not to give up. I wanted to give up, badly. Instead I got fit. If you take a punch at me now, I can assure you three things will happen: 1) You will break your hand. That’s the beauty of spending just a half hour a day on your muscular-skeletal structure – it turns into kryptonite; 2) I will fall on you. I’m still working on my core and balance issues, so after you slug me I will tip over and crush you; 3) My Seals will spray mace or their own homemade concoction of jalapeño spider spray directly into your eye sockets while you are on the ground. As a pacifist, please accept my apologies in advance – and never, ever use violence against me or anyone else again.”